Monday, June 9, 2008

Whose woods these are I think I know

Koldo Serra's BACKWOODS (whose original title, BOSQUE DE SOMBRAS, translates as "Forest of Shadows") is set in 1978, well before the advent of cell phones and GPS navigation, when most people didn't think twice about putting themselves beyond reach.

Sure, it's a bald-faced riff on Sam Peckinpah's STRAW DOGS (1971) but it's also a simpler, less provocative, less bullying story about human confrontation, about prejudice and ignorance, about suspicion and fear, about curiosity and the elusive specter of self-knowledge. Set in northern Spain's Basque region, the film concerns an idyllic Iberian getaway by two edgy London couples... older businessman (and half-Spaniard) Paul (Gary Oldman) and his Latin wife Isabel (THE MACHINIST's Aitana Sánchez-Gijón), and Paul's former partner Norman (Paddy Considine) and his pretty French wife, Lucy (Virginie Ledoyen, from Claude Chabrol's LA CEREMONIE), whose migraine headaches betray some obvious domestic discord festering between them. It's a potentially explosive combination even before Paul and Norman go a-hunting and stumble upon a feral girl (Yaiza Esteve) kept shackled in a tumbledown forest shack... and resolve, consequences be damned, to do the right thing.

While this set-up feels at first rote and over-trammeled, BACKWOODS distinguishes itself by the respect it shows for its characters. This is not to say these people don't misbehave, that they don't act from stupidity or superstition or disregard for their fellow humans, but rather that Serra and writing partner Jon Sagalá have provided the mounting tragedy with a tenable context that allows the viewer to appreciate both sides of the conflict between the worldly Haves and the backward Have-Nots (led by Lluís Homar, from Pedro Almodóvar's BAD EDUCATION). Most surprising is the character played by Gary Oldman. While he has the potential to be an abrasive A-type personality (Oldman has played more than his share of them), one senses that Paul's return to his roots signals a reconsideration of his life choices up to present, a midlife embracing of first principles and primary motivations.

Supporting this reading are the themes of marriage, fidelity and family that haunt the film, with the vague romantic complaints of the English-speaking couples contrasting sharply with the Catholic traditions embodied (if imprecisely honored) by the Navarrese. The discovery of the congenitally deformed child (whose fused fingers suggests Apert's syndrome) divides the protagonists against themselves but serves to bring these neurotic urbanites back to themselves, even if the resultant reflection leaves them horrified by what they see. While Serra refuses to condescend to the grotesque or to even fully demonize his ostensible villains, neither does he fully redeem his fallible protagonists, allowing them to remain true to themselves 'til the bitter end.

BACKWOODS was shot in Navarra, Spain, the same neck of the woods where Orson Welles filmed CHIMES AT MIDNIGHT (1965) and Álex de la Iglesia shot THE DAY OF THE BEAST (1995). It's a forbidding yet resolutely beautiful region with a history of having resisted foreign intervention, which lends some credence to the film's backstory of xenophobia, inbreeding and religious shame. Behind the camera was the talented Unax Mendía, who also shot Eugenio Mira's THE BIRTHDAY (2004) and Antonio Hernández's OCULTO (aka HIDDEN, 2005). The production is entirely free of the kind of kinetic postproduction jiggery pokery employed these days to keep audiences on edge. That the events unfold classically and rather calmly does not in any way mitigate the weight of the ensuing tragedy.

With Spain exporting some well-regarded horror product these days (THE ORPHANAGE, [REC]), BACKWOODS is likely to get lost in the rental DVD shuffle, being neither true horror or particularly graphic in the depiction of its violence (even though almost all of it is committed with shotguns, at close range). The action is marred somewhat by one contrived scene of rape, by one dodgy makeup effect on the part of the feral child, and by an all too spot-on use of Leonard Cohen's "There Is A War"as a harbinger of conflict. Nonetheless, I enjoyed my time with BACKWOODS and I'll be curious to see what Koldo Serra does next.

5 Arbogasps:

Jonathan Lapper said...

I'd like to see that. I shall queue it up.

By the way, does your little horse think it queer? I know mine did, all the damn time. Never would stop where I wanted him to, always thought it queer.

Finally had to get rid of the fucker. Best move I ever made.

ARBOGAST said...

My little horse didn't think it so queer, but he reeeaaally had a problem with Brokeback Mountain.

Fox said...

Without giving anything away - I leave that up to you! :) - what did you think of the ending? It left me a little perturbed, and also made me wonder if it was the reason it was pushed straight-to-DVD. (I mean Gary Oldman and Paddy Considine aren't exactly lightweights.)

I agree with you that it's well made and also look forward to seeing what Serra does in the future. I have much more hope for the new Spanish horror than the new French.

Lastly, was it coincidence that you watched Fronteir(s) and The Backwoods at the same time? Cuz they have somewhat similar themes... family, deformed girl, etc. That's rhetorical I guess, just found it interesting.

Peter Nellhaus said...

Two magic words: Virginie Ledoyan!

ARBOGAST said...

It was entirely coincidental that I watched Frontiere(s) and Backwoods more or less back to back and I'm glad I saw them in that order because one was like a tonic for the other. For all that Frontiere(s) piles on in the hopes of striking a nerve, Backwoods reduces and simplifies. Sure, it's going to annoy horror fans with its gentleness (I mean, even given the shotgun blasts and forced sodomy and all that) and its humanity (I didn't give enough props to Lluís Homar, who is such a complex character and very affecting in his final scene). The movie resists big actions and I think a lot of viewers will be frustrated by it... as intended. I fear I might be overselling Backwoods in my attempt to explain it and I don't want to make it out as a lost classic or anything... rather just a sober, intriguing drama and a handsome execution of somewhat ugly material.

Virginie Ledoyen is a peach (in a wet blouse no less) but I was more attracted to the older (but younger than me) Aitana Sánchez-Gijón... but I go for age and experience over winsomeness any day.